THIRD YEAR IN A ROW

back in mid-march, i was ready for the b’s to miss the playoffs for the third year in a row. less than 48 hours ago, i was ready to watch the last game of the season. they’ve defeated my expectations so many times and at the end of the day, i will always love them with all my heart. here’s to an even better 2017-18 season

nytimes.com
Why the Menace of Mosquitoes Will Only Get Worse
Climate change is altering the environment in ways that increase the potential for viruses like Zika.
By Maryn Mckenna

This summer is going to be super hot and possibly more breakouts of diseases. Republicans best support a response to avoid a major outbreak.

Climate change is turning abnormal weather into a common occurrence: Last year was the warmest year on record, the third in a row, and there were more heat waves, freezes and storms in the United States that caused $1 billion or more in damage just in 2016 than in the years 1980 to 1984 combined. Anything that improves conditions for mosquitoes tips the scales for the diseases they carry as well: the West Nile virus that flattened Dallas, the dengue that returned to Florida in 2009 after 63 years and the newest arrival, Zika, which gained a toehold in the United States last year and is expected to surge this summer. “These aberrant years are becoming more common,” Haley told me. “Climate change is clearly altering the environment in ways that increase the potential for these diseases.”

When the health effects of climate change are discussed, the planet-scale impacts get the attention: rising temperatures, which can cause death from overheating; earlier springs, which pump more pollen toward the allergic; runoff from violent storms, which washes fecal bacteria out of sewer pipes; changing airflows that trap ozone near the ground, stressing the systems of people living with heart disease.

The unpredictable weather patterns stimulated by climate change affect infectious diseases, as well as chronic ones. Warmer weather encourages food-borne organisms like salmonella to multiply more rapidly, and warmer seas foster the growth of bacteria like Vibrio that make oysters unsafe to eat. Spikes in heat and humidity have less visible effects, too, changing the numbers and distribution of the insect intermediaries that carry diseases to people.

npr.org
Black People Are Wrongly Convicted Of Murder More Often, Data Show
More than half of the 52 people exonerated of murder last year in the U.S. were black, an annual report found. The number of people exonerated also hit a record high for the third year in a row.

A record number of people, at least 166, were exonerated last year after being wrongly convicted of crimes, according to the most recent annual report from the National Registry of Exonerations.

It’s the third year in a row that data collected by a group of law schools showed a record number of exonerations in the U.S. — with 149 in 2015 and 125 the year before that.

Using information on exonerations going back to 1989, the latest report also shows that black people continue to be more likely to be wrongly convicted in America than people of other races. There is no standardized reporting system for exonerations, but the registry is the most complete national data collected on the subject.

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The Oscars in 1955 was held simultaneously in New York and Hollywood for the third year in a row and broadcast live. Hosted by Bob Hope, attendees and nominees included Walt Disney, Grace Kelly, Eva Marie Saint, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, Marlon Brando, Dorothy Dandridge, Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall, Sam Spiegel, Masaichi Nagata, and Edith Head, among others.

Click here for videos, photos and more from the big night. 

Amortentia

Originally posted by sugutie

Words: 4,778.

Genre: Hogwarts!AU, fluff.

Summary: Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook was handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook was a god and they would say he smelled like the purest form of any man with a harmonious smell of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee – but they couldn’t have been more wrong.

A/N: I have no idea what made me want to write this but it was fun and I’m most definitely thinking of making an au for all the boys.

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(Un)Happy Birthday

I got this idea after my friend, Eleanora @ashley–eleanora was having not the best of days on her birthday. So I thought I would try to change that a little bit.

2 days later. Happy belated birthday, Elley. I hope you enjoy this, darling! Brace yourself for some SUPER FLUFF!!

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Originally posted by newbroxkenscene

You were pretty excited to go home this weekend. You were able to see your family for the first time in a while for Easter. And you were there for one more thing: your birthday!

This year your boyfriend, Finn, was going to be working so that unfortunately meant he couldn’t spend the day with you. He was the one to suggest you go home and you agreed that it was a good idea.

“Alright, my love.” Finn said as he hugged you. “You go and you have fun. Even though we both know it’s no fun without me.” He joked.

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with Finn.

“It won’t be.” You replied with a small smile. “But I’ll try.”

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Undefeated

Seth Rollins/OC: Seth loses on upupdowndown and you try to get him to calm down. He refuses, instead using you as a way to get his anger out in a different way. Daddy kink but not really??? But also yes lmao. Also, there’s choking. Bc of course there is.

Anyways. It’s Thirst Party Saturday so here’s a fic! I don’t even know if I like it, but…It happened. I’m slowly but surely making my way through my requests. I’m working on AJ rn and then I got a couple of Braun things that NEED TO GET DONE FOR THE SAKE OF MY OWN SANITY and then we’ll be right back into requests. 

Tagging my bbies: @lavitabella87 @omgmissmillie @screamersdontdance @everybodyfinnfreeze @shadow-of-wonder @laochbaineann @justtookawaii @sarrahcha @twiistedbliiss @hotspurmadridista @niazha16 @happelu970 @officialbroski10-blog @crowleysqueenofhell @lilmisscrisis @antigonemaia @imnoaingeal @littledeadrottinghood @imagineall-the-fandoms @fuckyeahbulletclub @hiitsmecharlie @macfizzle @bizclizbaybay @oraclegazes @culturalrebel @welshwitch5 @wrasslesmut @actualamyautopsy @blondekel77 @meaganottiz02 @karaboomhower @valeonmars @squirrel666 @livingthestrongstyle @damnbuvky @dmm-wts @caramara3 @abbie03d @roserae527 @superrezzy00 

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Mike buying El roses on their first Valentine’s day together—pink and white ones—but over the course of the next year, realizing that she loves tulips more than any other flower. Tulips—pink, white, and purple—become a new Valentine’s Day tradition.

El and Mike bursting into fits of uncontrollable laughter when they exchange cards and realize, for the third year in a row, they’ve gotten each other the exact same one, entirely by accident.

Future Mike custom-ordering candy hearts with little messages for El. 

Future El custom-ordering M&M’s for Mike (his favourite chocolate) so that some have tiny Ms and others have tiny Es printed on them. 

Mike and El taking turns planning out their Valentine’s Day dates each year until they’re in their twenties and they much prefer to stay home, snuggled up in a blanket fort of their own design, with a heart-shaped pizza they ordered from the local pizzeria. 

El always wears a pink dress on Valentine’s day. Mike always wears a red striped shirt. It’s a little tradition, but it’s their favourite. 

More Holiday AUs
  • “I’ve been caroling in this neighborhood for years, and if you think I’m going to let some two-bit amateur and their friends take over my turf, they’ve got another thing coming” AU
  • “I found the perfect Xmas tree, let’s go. No. Don’t turn around. They’re not yelling at us. They’re not saying ‘we stole their tree” they’re saying they love our xmas tree. JUST PUT THE TREE IN THE TRUCK AND GO GO GO.” AU
  • “i work at the wrapping counter in the mall and you work as an elf at the santa photo place and our departments hate each other. ” AU
  • “i’m tired of people forgetting about Hanukkah. I’M GOING TO TAKE DOWN THAT CHRISTMAS AND MAKE INTO A HANUKKAH TREE WHO’S WITH ME” AU
  • “this is the third year in a row i’ve been in jail on Christmas. thanks for giving me the nice cell this year. ‘preciate it.” AU
  • “someone new moved into the house next door and they really take christmas decorating seriously but if they think their house is going to be better than mine than they’ve got another thing coming” AU
  • “i accidentally walked into the wrong holiday party and everyone is pretending they know me SOMEONE HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE” AU
  • “my car is snowed in at my parents house and you’re the dumb plow driver that did the deed. come back here and get me out” AU

Hot damn, Hightown Funk is open for business! If you like fanfiction, fanart, low-stakes challenges, and if you’ve ever thought “Hm, that Varric and that Hawke might do themselves a favor and just kiss already” then this is the Hawke/Varric fanfest for you. Give a gift, receive a gift, and the whole team wins. (Including us – we win for having successfully moderated a challenge for the third year in a row. Win-win-win!)

Minimum requirements: 1000 words or one sketch
Sign-ups close: March 19th
Submissions due: July 9th

For old hats, this year’s exchange will work very similar to last year’s. For new friends, we’ve got all the answers you’ll need and then some!

Got a question? Send us an ask. Titillated? Read the rules. Ready for the whole shebang? Sign up here! Remember how it goes and already inspired to make some magic? Here we are on AO3!

I found God but it wasn’t supposed to be (malec ff)

Based on this prompt by @writing-prompt-s
Autocorrect changed your sentence from “I’m good” to “I’m God” an angel appears and says “There you are!”

Pairing: Malec
Rating: T

Words: ~4500

Summary: AU - After closing a particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was right now.

Beta’d by the wonderful @ladymatt



“It remains our primary mission, above all else, to locate God. Remember, this incarnation may take any human form - irrespective of race, age, and gender.”

“Why are they so sure God’s back? There have been no confirmed reports of sightings, let alone actual meetings with God in centuries,” Izzy whispered to Alec as they sat through yet another briefing from the Archangel.

“She’s got a point,” Jace added from Alec’s other side, “seems like they’re just trying to keep us busy. We’re not allowed to smite people anymore but they know everyone’s itching to slip and make a “terrible mistake” on that sociopath who was sworn in a few weeks ago.”

Alec sighed, they’d been having the same damn discussion for weeks now and, privately, he agreed that the search wasn’t a good use of their time. They had much better things to do. They had demons to fight, the occasional miracle to deliver, not to mention endless prayers to listen to and all the people of New York to watch over. But, seeing as the last time the angels stopped searching for God and began delivering ‘justice’ according to their own beliefs had resulted in genocide and a world war, Alec was adamant that such an uprising would never occur on his watch.

“Humans are thanking God at rates that we’ve never seen before,” Alec said resignedly, “Raziel’s laws might be hard but they are the law. If God’s out there, we’ll find them.”

“Lighten up, Alec -“ Jace began, only to be interrupted by the Archangel who was glaring right at them now.

“You each have your duties. Remember, summons may call you to respond immediately if a lead on God’s location is identified,” she said, “so I suggest you get started. The devil and all his demons are only going to get more active as more and more humans allow themselves to succumb to greed and ignorance.”  

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[From Ragnor 18:45 Even for you, getting John Thorn to admit to being the only one to have ever fired his custom revolver and thus, admitting to murder at his own trial, was a coup.]

Magnus smirked as he read Ragnor’s message, surprised that his friend was even still awake let alone following his court case, given it was almost midnight in London. Even if taking down the head of a new White Supremacy group for murder had hit the international press hard when the trial had wrapped up so spectacularly this evening. Pausing just long enough to set down his black martini, Magnus quickly typed out a reply which he knew would likely rile Ragnor further. They had a competition each year to see who could prosecute the biggest criminal and this victory pretty much sealed the deal in Magnus’ favour, for the third year in a row. It wasn’t his fault he really was that good. But as he hit send he saw a bubble pop up above his final word and knew he was about to be the victim of autocorrect. Resigned to his fate, Magnus took a sip of his drink before looking back at his phone to see what the damage was:

[From Magnus 18:46 What can I say, unlike other mere mortals, I’m God.]

Nearly choking on his martini with laughter as he saw that for once autocorrect had actually improved his message, changing ‘I’m Good’ to ‘I’m God’. That really would incite Ragnor. But before he had a chance to properly indulge in thinking about Ragnor’s ire, a man appeared before him in a sudden glow of almost blinding light. As the light receded Magnus saw that it was not an ordinary man, but one that looked like some kind of avenging angel. His black, military-style clothes and tall, warrior’s body were paired with glorious snow white wings that looked like they’d been dipped in liquid emerald, the last row of feathers were a green so deep and dark they were almost black. Even though his expression was serious, Magnus could have sworn he saw a flare of interest in those hazel eyes that went so well with his wings.   

“There you are! God, we’ve been looking for you everywhere!” the angel said as though he’d been searching for Magnus forever, even though that didn’t make any sense.

“Were you looking for me?” Magnus asked intrigued, as he got up and walked toward the angel, deciding he may as well get a good look at him from up close before whatever kind of illusion this was shattered and he lost the chance, “I don’t believe we’ve been formally introduced, I’m Magnus,”

“Alec,” the Angel replied, a shy smile transforming his face as if he’s just as captivated by Magnus as Magnus was by him.

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